coyotes PeeT i heard them howl twice. once in the dark of the night. again in the bright sunrise of 5:30 am. it is one who lets it go like a wolf. soon to be joined by another and more until it become cacophony. chaotic dissonance that somehow becomes the best song of the night. better even than licking flames. we burned the couch! and so yes, we rode out to jumonville, southwestern pennsylvania's delicate wilderness; deep into the virgin woods...five of us, a play with a screenplay written by a tired poet. i had a one man tent. the boys slept together as step-cousins. chisel was in a hammock between two trees. jeremy left us, drunk, at midnight, on his four-wheel quad, flashing mud behind his biting tires. he asked me if he was an asshole. sometimes, i said. you are. sometimes i am. 120624 what's it to you? who go blather from